"You are joy, looking for a way to express. It’s not just that your purpose is joy, it is that you are joy. "
~Abraham-Hicks
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A simple "poem"...
Here is a simple "poem" I wrote a few weeks ago.
I was sitting in my car in a park-like setting, giving myself new scenery for the day, and it started snowing. The rest of it is from things I had seen that day. The 4 lines flowed out of me easily.
Perhaps it will give you permission to write something simple...
Snowflakes falling
Eagles flying
Herons fishing
Beautiful Sunday
~Lisa Dieken
© 2009 Lisa Dieken. All Rights Reserved.
I was sitting in my car in a park-like setting, giving myself new scenery for the day, and it started snowing. The rest of it is from things I had seen that day. The 4 lines flowed out of me easily.
Perhaps it will give you permission to write something simple...
Snowflakes falling
Eagles flying
Herons fishing
Beautiful Sunday
~Lisa Dieken
© 2009 Lisa Dieken. All Rights Reserved.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Lost - A Poem
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you.
An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English by David Wagoner, in The Heart Aroused - Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America by David Whyte, Currency Doubleday, New York, 1996.
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you.
An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English by David Wagoner, in The Heart Aroused - Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America by David Whyte, Currency Doubleday, New York, 1996.
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